Ramblings of the Soul (✅)

Nightmares

Cherry blossoms on my flesh greet me every morning afresh.
Different place, different stain.
Parents blame it on the cocaine, but drugs don't do that, even the white powder that makes the disappointment louder.
During the night, inside my dreams, soupy streams and gurgled screams rattle my soul and bones like some kind of xylophone.

Blame it on the drugs and alcohol, but knowing the truth would make your skin crawl.
I don't know for sure, but rest assured, I hate you just the same.
It's a shame, but do not defame the maim.
There is no proof and under this roof I will remain. Lock your door, load your gun in the drawer, and go to sleep.
The cherry blossoms are sure to weep.